is okay!
He heard him come in, of course. It was hard to not hear the doors opening and closing in this creaky place. But Strel kept laying there on the couch with the bottles on the table and his look blank as paper. He knew he would get the mother of all headaches in the morning but that was seriously beyond the point. He even almost reached out for the second bottle he had stashed here ages ago and found during the drinking, but had not finished it. His hand faltered over the air and he let it fall to the floor as he buried his muzzle in the crook between couch padding and armrest padding. Because of this he could only hear and smell Noss approach him rather than see him with hazy lavender eyes. He heard the foot falls and ignored him, choosing to shut his eyes tighter than before. Strel wanted to ignore the man who had come back from his sister's tribe, considering he himself had left the confrontation when he had gotten sick of their talk and anger. Of course, he also came home and got plastered. What did that say about him?
Noss spoke and the redhead twitched an ear. Pulling an eye away from the padding and opening it to peer at the other man through half lidded eyes, Strel gave a plainly neutral look. He almost smiled at the joke but then caught himself. Frowning slightly, he gave a weak shove at the crouching man, a feeble attempt to knock the warrior down. As if it would work. "Don't flatter yourself, darling," he said, knowing his voice sounded odd after the effects of alcohol had done their work on it. "I'm simply drinking because you're not man enough to do it yourself," he said a little bit bitterly, knowing that Noss had tried to distance himself before and that it was his own goddamn turn to try the very same thing. Though his was a lot more volatile than the other man's, to be sure. "Can't a guy enjoy a little bit of alcohol in peace now and then?" he slurred, pushing himself onto his elbows, jammed in the gaps, as he looked at Noss with his muzzle balancing on top of linked fingers. "Hell you doing back so soon. I thought you'd be out enjoying your sister's company." He was a little bit bitter, yes, but not as bitter as he could be.
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